Sam: Boy, you know, I'm gonna miss you around here.
Carla: Oh, Sammy, I'll drop by once in a while to watch all you 9-to-5'ers spill drinks on your butler suits.
Frasier: So, when's the big day, Carla?
Carla: Well, I'd like to do it as soon as possible before my little hunk of back bacon here changes his mind.
Eddie LeBec: Ah, no way, I'm not one of those flakes you used to go out with. Oh, but listen, we have to get married on a day with a two in it 'cause two's my lucky number.
Carla: Rats. Mine's three.
Eddie LeBec: Oh, no sweat. Lucky two, lucky three... We can get married on the 23rd or the 32nd.
Carla: That's right, honey.
Eddie LeBec: Oh, right, right. No, um... As long as it's not on a Wednesday.
Carla: Ooh, yeah, bad juju.
Eddie LeBec: Yeah.
Sam: This is going to be an interesting wedding. The two most superstitious people in the world.
Carla: Hey, hey, don't say that, it's bad luck.